I was walking back to the car and nearly tripped over a tiny gray fluffball, meowing all by herself in the tall grass. I scooped her up, and we wandered around for a while, her meowing, me setting her down periodically to let her sniff in the hopes that she’d lead me to her siblings and mother. But there wasn’t a single sign that they were anywhere nearby. I almost left her. I didn’t want to take her from her family, but what was I supposed to do? It was leave her for imminent death by one of the many birds of prey that swooped overhead as we carried out our search, or bring her home—that is,
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